past star

The food was served on the table, and the three of them ate happily around the induction cooker.

The soup was indeed very delicious, the civilized three people quickly rushed to grab it under the leadership of Lu Yuan, the pot was a mess, but the atmosphere was pleasant.

Under the scent of food, the dozen or so bottles of beer that Lu Yuan bought soon ran out. Lu Yuan dug out another bottle of white wine from the refrigerator. Xue Xun waved his hand and said that he had to drive back. superior.

Not long after, Lu Yuan, who drank the most, collapsed on the sofa beside him.

Xue Xun turned off the fire and pushed Wen Yanyu, who was leaning on the table with his elbows: "Wen Yanyu, Wen Yanyu..."

Wen Yanyu stood up in a jerk, his eyes blurred, his cheeks flushed: "Huh? What..."

"Are you going home?"

Wen Yanyu shook his head, seeming to be more sober: "Well, I want to go home."

As soon as he took two steps forward, he staggered and almost fell.

Lu Yuan muttered in a daze: "Ah Xun, you... you can send Yanyu back, I... I'm asleep."

Looking again, Lu Yuan has already stumbled back to his room.

Xue Xun silently supported Wen Yanyu to sit aside, turned off the TV, simply cleaned up the mess on the table, and finally set up Wen Yanyu to go out.

Wen Yanyu tugged at Xue Xun: "Things..." He pointed at the things he bought from the supermarket.

As soon as he saw the huge rice bag, Xue Xun turned off the light and went out very bluntly.

"You really think I'm a porter? Let Xiaoyuan drive those things to you tomorrow, and I'm only responsible for taking you back."

Wen Yanyu nodded half-understood, with an aggrieved expression.

Xue Xun stuffed Wen Yanyu into the co-pilot, leaned over to fasten his seat belt for him, and saw Wen Yanyu's expression unsurprisingly.

Reaching out to rub Wen Yanyu's hair, Xue Xun felt helpless: "Don't look at me with this expression, my concentration is not that good."

The neighborhood where Lu Yuan's house is located is secluded, and it is a quiet night when you drive out from the garage.

Xue Xun rolled down the car window, and the cool wind howled from outside the window, blowing away the remaining smell of alcohol and drunkenness from nowhere.

Mottled street lights flashed on and off in the road ahead, casting ambiguous shadows.

Suppressing the desire to turn his head, he drove downstairs to Wen Yanyu's house.

Only then did Xue Xun stop the car and said, "Wen Yanyu, it's your home, get out of the car."

There was no answer for a while, Xue Xun turned his head to look, and Wen Yanyu had fallen asleep breathing evenly while leaning on the car seat.

The side face was flushed, the eyes were closed tightly, the long eyelashes were gently covered, and the expression was so quiet that one could not bear to be disturbed.

Xue Xungui stretched out his hand in a strange way, and the moment he was about to touch Wen Yanyu's cheek, he clenched into a fist and slowly withdrew it.

endure.

Xue Xun told himself.Be sincere.

It has been a long time since I have tasted the taste of patience. It is very difficult, but I am willing.

He brought the car close to Wen Yanyu's house, and after making sure that there was no one there, Xue Xun got out of the car and walked to the passenger driver with his peaked cap on.

Unbuckle the seat belt, take out the key from Wen Yanyu's pocket, and carefully hug Wen Yanyu from the crook of his leg.

Unexpectedly light.

Wen Yanyu went upstairs and opened the door with another hand. Wen Yanyu, who was in his arms, turned sideways, buried his face in Xue Xun's arms, and brushed his hair against Xue Xun's chin.

A somewhat strange breath penetrated into the nostrils, very alluring.

Xue Xun's heart skipped two beats.

Put Wen Yanyu gently on the bed, took off his shoes, and covered him with a quilt.

After doing this, Xue Xun realized that he was actually sweating.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and walked back to the room, knowing that the most important thing to do now was to leave, but my footsteps approached as if uncontrollably.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Xue Xun suddenly remembered a familiar question:

What would you do if you saw the person you loved the most sleeping in front of you?

Xue Xun's gaze lingered over Wen Yanyu's cheek.

In fact, even if you want to do it again, if you really love, you will not do anything.

Wen Yanyu lay on the bed and slept more soundly, but his eyebrows gradually frowned.

The slender, white fingers clasped the edge of the quilt, silently clenched, with protruding knuckles.

Xue Xun wanted to pull it, but Wen Yanyu's fingers were too tight to pull it away.

A subtle voice escaped from Wen Yanyu's tightly pursed lips, Xue Xun put his ear close to Wen Yanyu's mouth, and carefully identified it.

"Dad, don't go, don't leave me and Mom..."

The voice was so small that Xue Xun could only distinguish it by guessing.

I don't know how many years have passed, but does Wen Yanyu still care so much? How much did it hurt him back then?

An indescribable feeling spread to Xue Xun's heart.

On the surface, Wen Yanyu didn't seem to care at all, and he could even tell him about his father calmly, but in fact, he forced him to reveal the scars to show himself, and told himself that he really didn't dare to like men. Now that he thinks about it, Will it be too cruel.

For the first time, Xue Xun regretted his behavior and habits.

Wouldn't it be better if you started in a gentler way, and don't be so conceited.

All these thoughts passed in a flash.

Xue Xun gently held Wen Yanyu's hand, leaned over and planted a light kiss on his forehead.

No matter what, the past is the past. If it weren't for the repeated temptations, how could he have fallen deeper and deeper.

It's too late to give up now.

If you can't let go, you can only let Wen Yanyu forget the past.

The next day, Wen Yanyu woke up struggling from a drunken headache, and there was no one in the room.

There is a shadow of Xue Xun in the vague memory, probably he sent him back.

In the afternoon, Lu Yuan delivered the things he bought yesterday and a snow-white kitten.

The cat is small and skinny, but its destructive power is limited after all. Wen Yanyu bought new cat food for the kitten, and then went back to read the script.

A few days later, I was notified to take a photoshoot for "Emperor and Minister".

It took a lot of time to put on the clothes inside and out, put on the headgear, hair crown, and comb the bun.

Li Yu's original identity was the prince, and the court crown, court dress, and court beads are all indispensable.

After changing clothes, looking at Wen Yanyu again, his demeanor has changed drastically.

Wen Yanyu has always given people the impression that he is bland, gentle and non-existent, but when he puts on costumes, the bookish atmosphere unique to literati gradually settles down.Wen Yanyu's facial features are already gentle, but with the flowing clothes and long black hair half scattered on his shoulders, his amber pupils are as if dyed with ink, and his veins are shining brightly, as if ancient rhyme is flowing all over his body.

Taking a closer look, Wen Yanyu's original indifferent demeanor under the full dress has disappeared, replaced by the unique luxury of the nobility.This is different from literati charm. It requires actors to have good self-cultivation, straight back, fixed eyes, and not a little wretched. Although Li Yu has a mild personality, he has been the prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty for many years. Such a person should not be wretched for making a lot of indulging in sad and profound words and sentences.

It has to be said that Wen Yanyu's appearance of Li Yu is a plus for Li Yu to some extent.

Lian Lao seemed very satisfied with the fixed photos, and looked at the computer and the screenwriter for a long time.

TV dramas are meant for people to watch. Compared with ratings, following history is obviously not the most important thing. If TV dramas want to last, they need the accumulation of history, but if they want to be popular, they need to cater to the tastes of the audience.

Such Li Yu is obviously more suitable for audiences who have heard the poet's name for a long time.

But this has nothing to do with Wen Yanyu, he is still ordinary after taking off his pretense, it is unrealistic to be as excited as a newcomer or to please the director and screenwriter, admit it or not, he has been out of breath for many years.

When Wen Yanyu walked backstage, the photos of Xue Xun and Dai Qi's outfits had almost been taken. Before the red-hot actor and actress had even removed their make-up, some crew members took paper and pens to ask for their autographs.

Passing by, Wen Yanyu stopped and looked around for a while, surrounded by the crowd, he could still clearly catch those two dazzling figures.

Zhao Kuangyin dressed up by Xue Xun is imposing, just like every one of his ancient costumes, he is so handsome that little girls scream.Dai Qi is still glamorous yet classical, with a desolate look under her exquisite makeup, quite like the beauty of a flower in a high mountain.

The two stood together like a pair of lovers.

For a moment, Wen Yanyu almost forgot that he was also a member of this bloody play that was arranged by the screenwriter.

Speaking of which, Dai Qi should be regarded as the dream of most men. Not to mention her beauty, she comes from a scholarly family, graduated from a prestigious university, is versatile, and is almost perfect except for her cold personality. No, even for some people, such a personality is fatal attraction.

Wen Yanyu sat in the background, letting the makeup artist remove his makeup, looking at his ordinary self in the mirror, he suddenly felt a little inexplicable.

How could Xue Xun fall in love with him and still be so unyielding?

If he likes it, it should be a woman like Dai Qi.

The inexplicable thought was only fleeting, and Wen Yanyu himself felt a little funny.

What does this have to do with me?